Horatio has the best idea on how to spend such a dreich evening. Making blanket tunnels! And sleeping in them...

He turned his vivarium into marshland, again. He throws a bit of fleece in the water bowl, it soaks the water and then everything that touches it soaks the water through it... and Horatio ends up curled up in a huffy ball as far away from damp bits as possible. Silly sod.